You're POV
You were slicing up carrots for dinner for your family, half listening to the radio, playing in the background, when a name catches your ears. Dan Howell and Phil Lester.
Hearing those names bring back amazing memories. Both happy and sad The laughs that you've shared with those two boys (not boys anymore, you think). Seeing them in the flesh at TATINOF. Screaming when they came out and started dating. Crying when they quit YouTube for their family.
It seemed funny to you, looking back, how they were your everything for so long. How they seemed like the most important thing in the world to you. But no matter how stupid people may think it was, for the longest time, they were. They pulled you out of your sadness. You pressed play, and your heartache and sorrows would disappear.
"Dan Howell and Phil Lester, two of YouTube's most beloved stars, died in a car crash..."
More things were said, but you couldn't hear them. You put your knife down, leaning against the counter for support, gripping the edge so hard that your knuckles turned white. Everything was dizzy.
It seemed surreal, unbelievable. Dan and Phil couldn't be gone, you think, that can't be true. There's no way, you say to yourself. Anything to convince yourself that were still here. That your former heroes were still alive.
"Please," You whisper, placing the back of your free hand on your mouth. You blink back tears. "No."
Your kids come running into the kitchen, happily, but stop at the sight of you. They look scared, they've never seen their mother so visibly upset or distraught.
You try to regain a motherly state of being, but the tears keep raining down your cheeks.
"Are you okay Momma?" The oldest one asks. "What's wrong."
You sniff, noisily, and straighten yourself up. "It's the end of an era..." you whisper.
You run up the stairs to the study. Sitting on the floor, you pull of out a box of old and random books you and your partner had when you were children. You dig through five of them until you find it.
The Amazing Book Is Not On Fire.
You rub the edge of your thumb over the beaten up cover. Dan and Phil staring back at you. A tear drips onto it.
"This was the most fun I've ever had," You say, voice choked up with tears.
sorry this is so short, wrote it at camp
